Title: Survival
Summary: Alone and in Enemy hands. Survival is the goal but at what cost.
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Chapter one
"Drop your weapons!"
He cringed at the voice, silently cursed his luck as he slowly placed his P90 on the ground. He was surrounded. He was glad that his team wasn't with him, but at the same time he was alone, his team wouldn't be coming to rescue him this time.
"You will come with us," A Jaffa commanded.
"Yes, take me to your leader," He replied smirking at the look of shock on the Jaffa's face.
Cal'Tak, the first prime of whatever god wantabe snake had captured him this time pushed him threw a doorway. The shove knocked him off balance, he tripped threw the door landing on his hands and knees at the feet of the goauld.
"You know your place, maybe I won't kill you," The goa'uld spoke.
He was quickly on his feet, "My place would be killing you."
"Arrogant fool! You will kneel before your god, Ares!" The goa'uld exclaimed his eyes glowing fiercely.
"No, not thinkin' so," He replied his voice full of venom.
A signal, merely a nod sent Cal'Tak's staff slamming into the back of his knees sending him to the floor once more.
"What is your name?" Demanded the goa'uld.
"Luke Skywalker," He growled out as he forced himself back to his feet.
"Your lies do not deceive me. You are Jack O'Neill."
"Actually no I'm not."
"You will kneel before your god!" Ares exclaimed again.
"We've already covered this, no," He replied causing the staff to hit again, sending him back to his knees.
"Answer truthfully and I will spare your life. Where are the others that came threw the gate?" Ares demanded.
"Others?" He questioned threw teeth clenched in pain as he stood again. "I came alone."
"You cannot lie to your god! The rest of SG-1 will not escape me. I will enjoy your female," Ares' eyes glowed, he was smiling.
Rage washed threw him, he would die first. Ares was completely unprepared as the human lunged. He tackled the goauld, punches flew, and blood erupted from Ares' nose.
A blast. His body surged forward, his back nothing but a blackened, charred mess. He collapsed forward landing on top of the goauld, not moving.
Cal'Tak and Ty'mak quickly moved in, Ty'mak grabbed him, easily chucking the motionless body to the floor across the room. Cal'Tak quickly helped Ares to his feet.
"Are you alright, my lord," Ty'mak questioned looking shocked at the blood that came from his god's nose.
"I am a god!" Ares exclaimed his eyes glowing in anger as he whipped away the blood.
"He is dead, my lord," Cal'Tak spoke up as he kicked the lifeless body onto his back.
An evil smile came to the goauld's face, "Take him to the sarcophagus, I will enjoy breaking this one."
"Yes, my lord," Both Jaffa replied.
"As you wish, my lord," They replied as they dragged the body from the room.